Claire and Claud

Chapter Five

Claire's POV

"Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

I was angry! I didn't need Claud worsening my temper, I would very likely go off on him, I'd go to attack mode.

"Carlisle grounded me, Claire."

I gave him an "are you serious?" look and he blankly stared back at me. At that moment, I knew that Claud was a messed up son of a lovely woman.

"Is your head fine? Did the alcohol go directly to your brain?" I asked him.

Claud responded by grinning at me. I was in awe. The way he should see things is as follows:

1. I insulted Claire, probably because I don't like her and she's extra baggage.

2. I made her cry, TWICE. She must hate me now.

3. She just found her boyfriend and cousin making out so she must be in a vulnerable state. She needs comfort.

4. She doesn't want me near her. She hates me.

I thought Claud was smart enough to process that information and recent events magnificently.

"I'm sorry, Claire." he said.

"Now your brain works!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.

He laughed at my action and I joined him. We laughed, letting go off certain emotions and finding comfort in each other. I was satisfied with what I felt - enlightened.
Claud stopped laughing and stepped closer to me, causing me to stop laughing as well. He place his hand on my waist, he pulled me closer to him. His hand snaked around my waist until his arms was now placed around my waist. I kept my eyes on our shoes which were only inches apart.

"Look at me, Claire." His voice was deep, husky, lust laced in every word that came from his juicy lips.

I hesitated, but finally looked up at him and looked into his eyes. We stayed like that for a while, searching for truth, for clarity in each other's eyes.

Claud's lips parted and he leaned forward.

Was he going to kiss me? I feel like this is one of those times when you have a conversation with someone and it takes an unexpected yet expected turn.

My heart began beating fast, all I saw were colours of a need. I read him like a book, I knew that if he knew that I felt some way about him. I only wonder if he knew the intensity of what I felt. If he knew that right now as he held me securely, that I was fighting the urge to scream and run away crying because this moment is all I ever wanted.

"Claire, I'm so fucking confused." he said softly as our noses shared a consuming kiss.

"Why are you confused, Claud." I asked softly, the tone of my voice was as vulnerable as I was.

He heaved a sigh and I waited a few minutes before he spoke.

"I find myself fighting the urge to take you right here and now. I find myself needing to talk to you about your problems and my problems. I have a desire to have verbal sex with you, Claire. Why?"

I swallowed a lump of saliva I didn't know was stuck in my throat. My entire body was on fire, he desired to talk and talk only. He wanted to be different with me, I felt wanted yet rejected.

"We should find out."

I then felt his hands on my chin, his left arm still around my waist. He lifted my chin and planted a lingering kiss below my chin then a longer captivating kiss just below my lips.

I let out a shaky breath. I was burning in desire of him. I waited impatiently for his lips to touch mine, I felt him teasing me.

He inhaled my scent and tightened his hold on me, pulling as close as possible, so close that my right leg ended up between his and his leg ended up between mine.